Future of ours exists in many hands. It can be that one is strong enough to guide himself, but nevertheless one has to ask for directions at some point of time. The atmosphere has the pungent essence that shall make you fall, if you’re not looking- that is. The dilemma you’re in after you have readily opted for something that was seemingly appropriate, doesn’t seem right now, let alone giving up something that you know can be good-known devil- for an unknown angel. Lumbering times guide you to unknown destinations that may turn out hopelessly naïve or mesmerizing. It may also turn out to be a thing of the past, yet may affect the overall existence due. In the end though nothing else matters. It all depends on how one is guided or how one thinks in a given situation, if a dog is dying on a street, one may try to save it or kill it. Decisions are based on the upbringing of the mind, the environment plays a part. Like they say ‘in the land of the blind, the one eyed monster is king’